The Talk

I was in the car with Maxman, Camo and Avo yesterday.

Maxman says to me from the back seat, "Mom, when I die..."

"You'll be very, very old." I interrupt.

"Um yeah, so when I die..." he says. I am not prepared for this conversation and have no clue where this is going.

"...I want you to make sure and bury me with my wallet. I don't want to give my money to anyone. I want you to put it with me. Why don't you get a nice box and put my wallet in that and put that with me."

Yeah, that is not at all what I thought he was going to say.

Then Camo starts. "Mom, when I die I want all my money with me."

A whole bunch of little Scrooge McDucks is what I have.